Originally posted by Boltnut
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Anybody who thinks their tailgate party holds up to a tailgate party @the Murph... just hasn't been there.
Sunday morning I roll out of bed... it's hard, because I was out until 1 am drinking @The Sunshine Company or listening to reggae at Winston's.
I swing by Roberto's for a Machaca Burrito. I pick up a Breakfast Burrito for Zeke and a Chorizo Burrito for Chuck... because that's our thing and I'm a nice guy.
I head for Section D4 and set up the pop-up. There is always sunshine on game day and a cool ocean breeze from the west. The gas burner, the grill, and the skillet fit perfectly under the shade. I'll be making fish tacos, Zeke will prepare his Mexican Mama's special carne asada recipe. Zeke's wife always makes fresh corn tortillas for the the tacos. Chuck's family is originally from Kansas City (he hates the Chiefs with all his might)... so he knows how to BBQ the chicken and ribs. I'd tell you how I make my white sauce so perfect... but then it wouldn't be a secret, would it...? The salsa is fresh and contains cilantro. Cilantro isn't a secret... it's always mandatory for anyone who really knows. If your cousin from Nebraska complains... tell him to go back to Nebraska. It's not traditional to put shredded cheddar on your fish taco. But if you put it right on top of the golden crusted fish immediately out of the pan... it will melt perfectly and provide a layer for your cabbage to sit on. Apply salsa, white sauce and Tapatio... and never, ever question whether a fan from another city is living larger than you.
Make sure to share... because you're nice. And you know Zeke and Chuck will give you some of theirs, too.
Always enjoy it with a couple of San Diego's famous microbrews. Don't settle for that shit they're pounding in Milwaukee... you're better than that. You deserve more.
Don't over-drink... because there is always that traditional shot of tequila we do @D4 just before we go in.
Find your South side seats. Remember, the North side is in the sun... and only un-witting visitors over-pay for those seats. After 4 hours of blazing sun and over-consuming of cheap beer... the North side will be littered with nearly passed-out slobs and smell like barf... not to mention all the whining and crying from the losing visiting team's fans.
They'll complain about the perfect weather... tell you how annoying it is that the bars close @2... complain about the Mexican border (even with Zeke sitting right in front of them) as they head for the trolley. Inform them that the sooner they go home... the better! Tell them to leave and never come back. But they won't. They never will. Because December sucks in Buffalo... Chicago... Minnesota... Green Bay... Detroit... New York... Kansas City... Denver...
Anyways... I'm 100% sure that tailgating can't be beat in San Diego. Anyone who thinks so... just hasn't been there.
Sunday morning I roll out of bed... it's hard, because I was out until 1 am drinking @The Sunshine Company or listening to reggae at Winston's.
I swing by Roberto's for a Machaca Burrito. I pick up a Breakfast Burrito for Zeke and a Chorizo Burrito for Chuck... because that's our thing and I'm a nice guy.
I head for Section D4 and set up the pop-up. There is always sunshine on game day and a cool ocean breeze from the west. The gas burner, the grill, and the skillet fit perfectly under the shade. I'll be making fish tacos, Zeke will prepare his Mexican Mama's special carne asada recipe. Zeke's wife always makes fresh corn tortillas for the the tacos. Chuck's family is originally from Kansas City (he hates the Chiefs with all his might)... so he knows how to BBQ the chicken and ribs. I'd tell you how I make my white sauce so perfect... but then it wouldn't be a secret, would it...? The salsa is fresh and contains cilantro. Cilantro isn't a secret... it's always mandatory for anyone who really knows. If your cousin from Nebraska complains... tell him to go back to Nebraska. It's not traditional to put shredded cheddar on your fish taco. But if you put it right on top of the golden crusted fish immediately out of the pan... it will melt perfectly and provide a layer for your cabbage to sit on. Apply salsa, white sauce and Tapatio... and never, ever question whether a fan from another city is living larger than you.
Make sure to share... because you're nice. And you know Zeke and Chuck will give you some of theirs, too.
Always enjoy it with a couple of San Diego's famous microbrews. Don't settle for that shit they're pounding in Milwaukee... you're better than that. You deserve more.
Don't over-drink... because there is always that traditional shot of tequila we do @D4 just before we go in.
Find your South side seats. Remember, the North side is in the sun... and only un-witting visitors over-pay for those seats. After 4 hours of blazing sun and over-consuming of cheap beer... the North side will be littered with nearly passed-out slobs and smell like barf... not to mention all the whining and crying from the losing visiting team's fans.
They'll complain about the perfect weather... tell you how annoying it is that the bars close @2... complain about the Mexican border (even with Zeke sitting right in front of them) as they head for the trolley. Inform them that the sooner they go home... the better! Tell them to leave and never come back. But they won't. They never will. Because December sucks in Buffalo... Chicago... Minnesota... Green Bay... Detroit... New York... Kansas City... Denver...
Anyways... I'm 100% sure that tailgating can't be beat in San Diego. Anyone who thinks so... just hasn't been there.
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